If we’re not cursing, then we just don’t care.
The problem’s always someone else, not us.
We know we each deserve the spotlight’s glare.
We think it’s ghetto when we ride the bus.
We hate our day job but it pays the rent.
The shoes we wear at night are who we are.
We really don’t know where the week just went.
If we had time, we’d learn to play guitar.
We have high hopes and very low desires.
Losing an argument is worse than dying.
No matter what we buy, we kick the tires.
Once every five blocks we see someone crying.
That’s why it sadly takes selective blindness
To walk these streets and still believe in kindness.
Copyright 2016 Matthew J Wells